03/23/2012

You reach down with your measuring cup and you realize you're scraping the bottom of the bag of flour. You barely have enough to make the pancake that was supposed to get you through the day.

Then all of a sudden some do-gooder comes by and knocks on your door holding a entire quart of whole-wheat goodness. That means you get to make your pancake and invite your neighbor over for breakfast who has been eating bran flakes for about a week now.

03/08/2012

It is a blessing but the extra time can easily be turned into a curse depending on how I choose to use it.

Supposedly I'm in transition. Transitioning right now feels an awful lot like idling. Certainly, I've had to take a different angle when approaching the concept of progress. In terms quantitative or measurable progress (school, work, money, projects, etc.) very little progress is being made. If I choose to base my own self-worth or happiness or mental stability in this type of progress, well, I'm a worthless, sad lunatic.

But-

there's a lot of progress going on in my head and in my heart. The Lord is so good and so patient with us. He knows what we need, he knows us so well. He will sustain us. I believe this.

There are things I miss terribly--and I try not to focus on them too often because these envious glances at the way it used to be or the way I think it should be often blind me from the good right in front of my face. O God help me.

Lately, I've been missing my church family in Knoxville and people from school. I've been so thankfully for podcasts (listening to them like never before, thanks to Extra Time).

So to the two of you who read this blog, I would encourage you to listen to:

04/11/2011

My default song (the song that randomly starts playing in my head most often when not much of anything is happening in this brain of mine) is "Fly Like An Eagle" by The Steve Miller Band.

dodo dooodooo.

I don't even particularly enjoy this song. I can't control it! It just gets stuck roaming around my head. Sometimes I wake up and the first thing I hear is "I wanna fly like an eagle." Sounds inspiring, but I'm usually just thinking "where does that song keep coming from?"

Fllly right through the revolution!

That was nothing you needed to know, but now you do. Consider yourself informed.

Well, while I'm at it.

You know when you go to look for something (maybe in your backpack) and you completely forget what you went in for. You keep looking til one neuron sparks another and then you suddenly remember. I feel so lost when that happens but so so happy when I remember.

10/02/2010

I just really like this picture of my parents. This is life before kids. I have to say, dad's looking pretty cool with the hat and the stache going on.

They've been married for about 26? years. I'm so thankful to have good parents. They're certainly had rough times in life but they've shown me that love stays -for poor or for poorer, in sickness and in sickerness. :)